歌手:Nas
专辑:《It Was Written》

作词 : Barnes, Cruz, Jones, Marchand ...
This is what, this what they want huh?
This is what it's all about
What? Time to take
Affirmative
Action son
They just don't understand, you know I mean?
****** comin' sideways, thinkin' stuff is sweet man
You know whatI mean?
****** don't understand the four devils
Lust, envy, hate, jealousy
Wicked ****** man
Yo, sit back, relax, catchin' contacts, sip your cognac
And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat
Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollar
In fact, touch mines and
I'll react like a
Rottweiler
Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpoint
Catch 'em and break, undress 'em, tie 'em with tape, no escape
The Corleone,
Fettucini
CaponeRoam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome
We got it sewn,
The Firm art of war is unknown
Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin' daily with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack,
Lex Coupe triple black
Criminal thoughts in the blue
Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That *****
Paulie gotta die too soft
That *****'s dead on, a key h****n, they found his head on
The couch with his **** in his mouth,
I put the hit out
Yo, the smoothest killer since
Bugsy, b*****s love me
And Queens where my drugs be,
I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo my people from
Medina they will see you
When you re up on your heater all your cream go between us
Real s*it, my
Desert Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with, ****** that hit
Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream and sprayed a
Fed teamCorleone be turnin' ****** to fiends
Yukons and ninja black
Lexus, 'Mega the pretty boy
With mafia connections it's
The Firm ***** set it
Yo, my mind is seein' through your design like blind fury
I s*ine jewelry sippin' on crushed grapes, we lust papes
And push cakes inside the casket at
Just WakeIt's sickenin', he just finished biddin' upstate
And now the projects, is talkin' that somebody gotta die s*it
It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique
My man Smoke, know how to expand coke and
Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me"Life's a *****" but
God forbid, the ***** divorce me
I'll be flooded with ice so, hellfire can't scorch me
Cuban cigars meetin'
Foxy at Demars
Movin' cars, your top papi
Senor Escobar
In the black
CamaroFirm deep all my ****** hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the apparel
Through the darkest tunnel,
I got visions of multimillions
In the biggest bundle, in the
Lex pushed by my *****
JungleHe money bags got
Moet, Sean
DonBundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do
My whole team we s*ittin' hard like
CzarSosa,
Foxy Brown,
Cormega and
EscobarI keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters
Carolina Hebrera
Be The Firm baby, from
BK to the '
BridgeMy *****
Wiz, operation
Firm Biz, so what the deal is
I keep a phat jewel, sippin'
CristiesSittin' on top of fifty grand in the
Nautica Van, uhh
We stay incogni' like all them thug ****** in
MarcyThe Gods, they praise
A***h with visions of
GandhiBet it on, my whole crew is
Don JuanOn
Cayman Island with a case of
Cristal and
Papa Chula spoke
***** with them
Cubans that snort coke
Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that's pure though
Flippin' the bigger picture, the bigger ***** with the cheddar
Was mad dripper, he had a f****n' villa in
ManillaWe got to flee to
Panama but wait it's half and half
Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip
Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times three
We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of cream
Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight
We back to sixteen, now add the other two that '
Mega bringin' through
So let's see, if we flip this other key
Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five hundred, cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple that times three, we got three quarters of another
KIThe Firm baby, volume one, uhh